This morning I contemplate living in this world and not of this world. Since I can remember, I have always felt like I was part of nature, not superior, but part of it. I always had a connection to the flow of nature. No limitations.

For many years were lost to the mind construct. I am sure this would happen to most who withstood a mother who was totally consumed with the way a person should look, act and smell. My mother could not help it then as she cannot help it now. She is stuck in the quicksand of her brain. I am grateful I am not. I can see the difference is obvious, she was born in 1931 to a family of dis-function. I was born in 1958 to a family of dis-function. So, what is the difference? That is a great question to ponder, was it due to the media influence of the times? I think it has much to do with it…but, who was struck harder by the system? My mom had more shit happen to her than I ever had. I did not have a relative that molested me, I did not have the responsibility of caring for a sick mom in bed all the time, I did not have to worry as a child. I just had to endure my mothers unhappiness. She really meant well, but just didn’t know better. She seen life change dramatically, i.e. horses to cars, radio listening to television, and on through the years. Oh, and don’t forget the whole fifties when life in the US was seriously corrupted.

So, back to nature….ahhhh a sweet sigh. I love how the dirt smells. I love the way the sky looks no matter what kind of weather it is. I love to watch the animals at play, and work (gawd they make work look so easy, is that the secret?). I love the way the light from the sun looks on any day. I love to watch the water, it flows with ease, it has a sparkle to it and the sound of water is magnificent. I love the sound of rain, and the smell too! I love the way the ground feels on the bottom of my bare feet, grass, dirt, sand, etc… . I love to watch innocent children, doing anything….they remind me of innocence and no mind screw job, and very natural like the rest of nature. These are the things I love, and what brings me back to my breath. It is so natural to just breath, nothing else.

I have always talked to the ancient ones, rocks and trees…I have always known there were little Fae at play (I talk to them too). So, being in this world isn’t all that bad, yeah things are pretty fucked up in this world, but I still see a rainbow at the end of the tunnel. Oh, call me a dreamer, that is fine. I have no mind to anyone calling me anything….well maybe one person or two. I will let go of that soon.

Have a beautiful day!

Edward Robert Hughes (1851-1914)

Shows a young girl with a flute surrounded by fairies with lights.  She wears a wreath of flower in her hair.  The fairies all have wings.  They look a little bit like cherubs.  In the distance is a woods.  Wonderful image.